The vvorkes of a young wyt trust vp with a Fardell of pretie fancies, profitable to young Poetes, preiudicial to no man, and pleasaunt to euery man to passe away idle tyme withall. Whereunto is ioyned an odde kynde of wooing, with a Banquet of Comfettes, to make an ende withall. Done by N. B. Gentleman |
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[Since secret spighte hath sworne my woe] |
 | The vvorkes of a young wyt |  |
[Since secret spighte hath sworne my woe]
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These verses being read, my Muse bethought her selfe of a proper Gentlemā, who hauing been sometime a braue fellow, and liued gallātly in Courte by Fortunes frownes, froward dealing of friendes, and flattery of friendly foes, sodaynly sonke, and was forced for want of that he wished, for to leaue the court, and end his lyfe among the countrey Crue, where dolefully he dyed: at whose departure from Court, and passage to the Countrey, I gaue hym in Verse too reade in ydle tyme thys dolefull
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Since
secret spighte hath sworne my woe,
and I am driune by desteny
Agaynst my will, (God knowes) to goe
from place of gallante company:
And in the steede of sweete delighte,
to reape the fruites of foule despighte:
and I am driune by desteny
Agaynst my will, (God knowes) to goe
from place of gallante company:
And in the steede of sweete delighte,
to reape the fruites of foule despighte:
As it hath been a custome longe,
to bidde farewell when men departe,
So will I singe this solempne songe,
farewell, to some, with all my harte:
But those my friendes: but to my foes,
I wishe a Nettle in their nose.
to bidde farewell when men departe,
So will I singe this solempne songe,
farewell, to some, with all my harte:
But those my friendes: but to my foes,
I wishe a Nettle in their nose.
I wishe my friendes, their harts contente,
my foes agayne, the contrary:
I wishe my selfe, the tyme were spente,
that I muste spende in misery.
I wishe my deadly foe, no wurse,
then wante of friendes, and empty purse.
my foes agayne, the contrary:
I wishe my selfe, the tyme were spente,
that I muste spende in misery.
I wishe my deadly foe, no wurse,
then wante of friendes, and empty purse.
But now my wishes thus are donne,
I muste beginne to bidde farewell:
With friendes, and foes, I haue begonne,
and therefore, now I can not tell
What firste to chuse, or ere I parte,
to write a farewell from my harte.
I muste beginne to bidde farewell:
With friendes, and foes, I haue begonne,
and therefore, now I can not tell
What firste to chuse, or ere I parte,
to write a farewell from my harte.
Firste, place of worldely paradyse,
thou gallante courte, to thee farewell:
For frowarde fortune me denyes,
now longer neere to thee to dwell,
I muste goe lyue I wot not where,
nor how to lyue when I come there.
thou gallante courte, to thee farewell:
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now longer neere to thee to dwell,
I muste goe lyue I wot not where,
nor how to lyue when I come there.
And nexte, adue you gallante Dames,
the chiefe of noble youthes delighte,
Untowarde fortune now so frames,
that I am banishte from your sighte:
And in your steede, agaynste my wil,
I muste goe liue with cuntry gill.
the chiefe of noble youthes delighte,
Untowarde fortune now so frames,
that I am banishte from your sighte:
And in your steede, agaynste my wil,
I muste goe liue with cuntry gill.
Now nexte, my gallante youthes farewell,
my lads that ofte haue cheerde my harte:
My grief of minde no toung can tell,
to thinke that I muste from you parte.
I now muste leaue you all (alas)
And liue with some, odde lobcocke Asse.
my lads that ofte haue cheerde my harte:
My grief of minde no toung can tell,
to thinke that I muste from you parte.
I now muste leaue you all (alas)
And liue with some, odde lobcocke Asse.
And now farewel, thou gallante Luite,
with instruments of Musickes sounds,
Recorder, Citren, Harpe and Fluyte,
and heaunely deskants on sweete grounds:
I now muste leaue you al in deede,
and make some Musicke on a reede.
with instruments of Musickes sounds,
Recorder, Citren, Harpe and Fluyte,
and heaunely deskants on sweete grounds:
I now muste leaue you al in deede,
and make some Musicke on a reede.
And now you stately stamping steedes
and gallante geldings faire adue:
My heauy harte for sorrow bleedes,
to thinke, that I muste parte with you:
And on a strawne paniel sitte,
and ride some country carting titte.
and gallante geldings faire adue:
My heauy harte for sorrow bleedes,
to thinke, that I muste parte with you:
And on a strawne paniel sitte,
and ride some country carting titte.
And now farewel bothe speare and shielde,
Caliuer, Pistoll, Hargubus
See, see, what sighes my harte dothe yeelde,
to thinke that I muste leaue you thus,
And laie aside my Rapier blade,
and take in hande a ditching spade.
Caliuer, Pistoll, Hargubus
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to thinke that I muste leaue you thus,
And laie aside my Rapier blade,
and take in hande a ditching spade.
And now farewell all gallant games
Primero and Imperial,
Wherewith I vsde with courtely Dames
to passe awaye the time with all:
I now muste learne some country playes
for ale and cakes on holy dayes.
Primero and Imperial,
Wherewith I vsde with courtely Dames
to passe awaye the time with all:
I now muste learne some country playes
for ale and cakes on holy dayes.
And now farewell eche deinty dishe,
with sundry sorts of sugred wine,
Farewell I saie fine flesh and fishe,
to please this deinty mouth of mine:
I now (alas) muste leaue all theese,
and make good cheere with bread and cheese.
with sundry sorts of sugred wine,
Farewell I saie fine flesh and fishe,
to please this deinty mouth of mine:
I now (alas) muste leaue all theese,
and make good cheere with bread and cheese.
And now all orders due farewell,
my table laide when it was noone:
My heauy harte, it irkes to tel,
my deinty dinners all are doone:
With leekes and onions, whigge and whaye,
I muste contente me as I maie.
my table laide when it was noone:
My heauy harte, it irkes to tel,
my deinty dinners all are doone:
With leekes and onions, whigge and whaye,
I muste contente me as I maie.
And farewell all gaie garments now,
with Iewels riche of rare deuise:
Like Robin hood, I wot not how,
I must goe raunge in woodmens wyse,
Cladde in a Cote of greene or gray,
and gladde to get it if I maye.
with Iewels riche of rare deuise:
Like Robin hood, I wot not how,
I must goe raunge in woodmens wyse,
Cladde in a Cote of greene or gray,
and gladde to get it if I maye.
What shall I saie? but bidde adue
to euery dramme of sweete delighte,
In place where pleasure neuer grew,
in dungeon deepe, of foule despight:
I must (ay me) wretch, as I may,
goe sing the song of well away.
to euery dramme of sweete delighte,
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in dungeon deepe, of foule despight:
I must (ay me) wretch, as I may,
goe sing the song of well away.
Finis.
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